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It was no secret Dazai made Atsushi pick up his slack because there was no way he could say no to Dazai. The man saved his life, the least Atsushi could do was help him with his paperwork. But this often led to long days and a very stressed weretiger.
When he finally got off work one particular afternoon, he was thankful that Kyoka had afternoon plans with Kenji. That meant he would have the apartment to himself to rest and drink some tea. Ok, maybe he wouldn’t have it all to himself.
He smiled at the ground and subconsciously picked up the pace to his apartment. Akutagawa was coming over today and even though he was exhausted and stressed, Atsushi wouldn’t have it any other way. Spending time with Akutagawa had a way of washing away all his worries. Laying in his lover’s arms was the cure to all of Atsushi’s problems.
“I’m home.” he calls out as he steps into his apartment. Akutagawa sits at the table in the living room, sipping tea from one of Atsushi’s cracked cups. His gray eyes look up and the smallest hint of a smile passes over his face.
“Welcome back.”
Already, the worries of the day begin to melt off of Atsushi’s shoulders. He takes a seat next to Akutagawa and rests his head on the older man’s shoulder. “I gave you a key for emergencies.” Akutagawa sips his tea and glances away.
“I missed you.”
Atsushi’s heart squeezes as he bites back a laugh. If anyone would have told him six months ago that the rabid dog of the Port Mafia would be sitting in his apartment, pouting because he was lonely, Atsushi might have called them stupid. But now, he wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Alright, that counts as an emergency.” he says with a quick kiss on Akutagawa’s cheek. He stands, intent on heading to the kitchen to fetch some snacks, but Akutagawa grabs his arm and lightly pulls him back down. “What’s wrong?”
“You’ve been doing Dazai’s paperwork again, haven’t you?” Akutagawa frowns. Atsushi waves his hand dismissively.
“It’s fine, Akutagwa, really.” he says. “I don’t mind.”
Akutagawa places his cup down and faces Atsushi fully. “I do. Let me help you relax.” At this, Atsushi smiles softly.
“Being with you is enough.”
“At least, let me give you a massage.” Akutagawa insists. Atsushi hesitates in his answer. On one hand, he doesn’t want to trouble Akutagawa, but on the other hand his muscles are aching and a massage sounds so nice.
“Thank you.” he eventually says and scoots closer to Akutagawa. Before he can turn around so Akutagawa can reach his shoulders, Atsushi feels his lover’s hands on his chest. Atsushi shrieks and scoots back, face instantly turning a dark shade of red. His cheeks are so hot he can feel the steam coming off of them. Meanwhile, Akutagawa only rolls his eyes.
“Come on, weretiger. That’s not the first time I’ve touched you there. You’re even wearing a shirt this time.”
“Akutagawa!” Atsushi shouts. Akutagawa chuckles and lowers his hands.
“I couldn’t resist.” he explains. “You’ve been building more muscle.”
Atsushi’s heart hammers against his chest and his brain moves at a hundred thoughts per minute, although one sticks out to him in particular: Kyoka won’t be home until later. “Please, warn me next time.” he pouts, moving closer to Akutagawa again. This time he does not turn around. Akutagawa arches an eyebrow and Atsushi’s blush deepens as he looks down.
“You need to learn that it’s ok to ask for what you want.” Akutagawa says. His hands press against Atsushi’s chest and he inhales sharply. Akutagawa leans into Atsushi’s ear. “I’ll always be happy to indulge you.”
Atsushi fights the first two moans back into his throat but when Akutagawa’s fingers brush over his nipples, the third one escapes at an embarrassing volume. Akutagawa smirks, his hands kneading and palming Atsushi’s chest. “Don’t hold back on my account.” Akutagawa says. “I want to know that it feels good.”
“It does.” Atsushi moans. “It feels so good.” His eyes roll back in his head as his breathing becomes ragged. How can Akutagawa make him feel like he’s on fire just from touching his chest? It so wasn’t fair.
He whimpers and whines as he feels Akutagawa’s cool hands sneaking up under his shirt. In desperation for more contact, Atsushi moves to straddle Akutagawa’s waist, legs wrapping around his back and head falling into the crook of his neck. “Don’t stop.” he sighs.
“You’re drooling on me.”
“Sorry.”
“I don’t mind.”
Atsushi’s mind is growing fuzzy, and he can barely focus enough to string the proper words together, babbling incoherently about how good it feels and how much he loves it. “You’re good, you’re so good, good, don’t stop, please, it feels so, ah, Akutagawa--.”
Akuatagwa clicks his tongue in an annoyed fashion and immediately removes his hands. Atsushi looks up, wiping drool from the corner of his mouth. “Why’d you stop?”
Akutagawa grumbles and looks away. “Call me Ryuunosuke.” he says and Atsushi blinks.
“Are you,” he asks, “are you sure?” Akuatagwa rolls his eyes again and tugs lightly on Atsushi’s ear. “Hey!”
“I wouldn’t say it if I wasn’t sure.” he replies. Atsushi smiles and kisses the top of Akutagawa’s nose.
“Ryuunosuke.” he says. Akutagawa smiles but he doesn’t put his hands back on Atsushi. He shifts uncertainly in Akutagawa’s lap. “Um.”
“What?” Akutagawa asks, a teasing grin on his face.
“You know what!” Atsushi says and Akuatagawa chuckles.
“Didn’t I tell you? There’s no need to be ashamed of asking for what you want.” Akutagawa replies. “I won’t touch you until you do.”
“Ryuunosuke!”
Akutagawa laughs again but remains firm despite Atsushi’s pouts. It’s so embarrassing to have to ask but now he’s aching from an entirely different reason than stress. He bites his lip and mumbles out, “Please touch me more.”
Akutagawa nods in satisfaction, and places his hands on Atsushi’s chest, his lips latching on to Atsushi’s neck as Atsushi sighs happily. “I like the sound of you begging.” Akutagawa says, his teeth nipping at Atsushi’s skin. “But I like the sound of you purring even more,” he smiles, “Atsushi.”